So i just wrote some rhymes, while my girl was at work.
Friday evening, at home reading herald tribune
While the kids are busy watching their favorite cartoon
My wife is in kitchen, cooking
with her back to me, its hard not to keep looking
My newspaper becomes boring as taxes and bills
No emotion, just words over camera stills
There is one with a bank getting robbed
And one complaining that the rainforest is lost
One with christians screaming "in god we trust"
While they kill innocent, cos they like to play judge
Killings, rapings, execution experimentations
Middle east versus the united nations
And some leftovers...
I speak hyroglyphic, means of my words are mystic
I spit on chances, and punchlines are ballistic
My method are like a misionaire, incomes of a billionaire
Let my written material take you to the stratosphere
So applaud whenver a rhyme is well put
And you meet me backstage, to share the loot
Sharing mountain climbing with timbaland boot
We get higher, we see the tip
But only to find out were on top of my dick
Ass is sore, were both exausted
Settle for the night, hand me the pick nick basket
So whats on for tonight? italian!
We didnt bring plates, cos we eat from my medallion
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